Letra Anthem For The Low In Self-esteem

He said I'll never be the face on a magazine. I hate my clothes and my hair and my genes. Type it out with 40,000 chimpanzees. And come and play the muppet that looks like me and my friends and everyone else who knows me.

Always a pleasure never a chore. A red light flashing on and off for applause. Comfort blanket for the open sores of my friends and everyone else who knows me.